It was my forth day in Germany. I’m still alive, but I have a pain in may lower back. I don’t know what this is. It might be because of carrying my packages (which weighed 40kg in total) 3 floors up, or because of the cold wall near my bed. Anyway, it hurts. I will give it some time. It’s better for both of us it gets better soon.
The professor I hoped to work for refused my request. I’m sad. He was a well-known professor, I liked his field, and most importantly I needed to secure a source of income ASAP. I’m gonna look for other professors, but I hope he changes his mind.
I haven’t found a room to stay after May 23rd. I have nearly two months and shouldn’t worry about it. I will finally find one, but I hoped to find one earlier so there will be no need to think about it anymore. Maybe I’ll find one in the following days. Who knows?
However, it’s interesting. Everything feels different when you’re alone here. There’s nothing like family to use as a last resort. It’s just you and yourself. It’s exciting and scary at the same time. You have to believe in yourself, because you don’t have any other option. :)) I mean, yeah there’s always an option to return to Iran. But honestly, that’s not an option. If you’re about to die, yes of course you can return. But almost in every other case, that’s not an option.
I don’t know why I’m worried. I never thought it can be this much hard to just believe in myself. I always faked this motto though. The reality is totally different.